Phoenix in Shadow - eARC (25 page)

Kyri gave a wry shrug. “Honestly, there aren’t that many outside of my hometown who
have
anymore.” She looked at the tall white-haired man. “You said ‘people who claim to come from beyond the mountains’; does that means you doubt our claim?”

“It means I am
exact
in my wording, Phoenix.” The smile that took the edge off the wording was, to Poplock’s eyes, just a fractional second too late and too mechanical, a quick afterthought added by rote. “As I do not have
proof
that you have indeed accomplished that which was previously considered impossible, I cannot simply accept it without reservation. I therefore view your statements as claims and will continue to do so unless and until I have been presented with adequate proof.”

“I see,” Tobimar said. “A wise policy for an...alchemist, as I understand it?”

“Alchemy is one of the disciplines I have studied and continue to study, yes,” Wieran answered, as he used a two-tined fork to convey a slice of some brown root to his mouth; Poplock noticed that even Wieran’s
plate
reflected his precision, with the food divided up very evenly between three separate locations on the plate, separated by ruler-straight empty spaces. “But I am no more a simple alchemist than you, by your appearance, are merely a swordsman. I am a student of all things that lie beyond the merely physical, and their interactions with the world; alchemy, gemcalling, symbolic enchantment, elemental magic, essential wizardry, the powers of the gods, all of these and more are my field of study.”

“And if we continue down this path,” Shae said with a chuckle, “he will talk about all of them, in detail, for the entirety of our dinner, which I think might prove tedious for the rest of us.”

Wieran responded with a quick, sharp snort that showed annoyance at being interrupted, but it was a momentary thing only; in the next moment he gave a smooth shrug and smiled at Lady Shae. “As you say; I have a habit of discussing my work at length whenever opportunity presents itself.”

“I don’t mind,” Tobimar said. “I’m sure it would be a fascinating lecture—”

“—but there is time for that later,” Miri said, instantly cutting off the possibility that Wieran might mistake that for an invitation. “
I
think Lady Shae—and most of the rest of us—would like to hear more about where Phoenix and Tobimar come from! That would be more evidence for you, wouldn’t it?”

Despite his narrow construction, Wieran gave a momentary impression of bristling and puffing out like an agitated blowsnake. “What? That’s merely hearsay, it could be nothing but tall tales and fantasy...” He trailed off, then resumed. “Yet, yes, perhaps. Even the most elaborate tale eventually must show its nature; it is not possible for mortal minds to create a world that remains consistent under all scrutiny. So perhaps, yes, it could be evidence.” He glanced at Tobimar and Kyri—and for the briefest instant, again, it seemed his gaze touched upon Poplock.

“Well, then, Phoenix, could you tell us something of Evanwyl? Adventures, sights, tales?” Lady Shae asked.

“Well...of course I can,” Kyri answered. After a moment, she began, “I guess I’ll start by telling you how we came to be here...”

As the story unfolded, Poplock watched, and every so often, those black, deep-set eyes seemed to meet his.

Chapter 34

“Do not
ever
,” Master Wieran said coldly, “drag me into such an utter waste of time again. Sitting there listening to that...Phoenix, and our key, drone on about their adventures—which are utterly irrelevant—”

“
Not
irrelevant!” Miri said, cutting him off, anger building in her at the man’s dismissive tone. “What she did and her companion did—”

“Compani
ons
, you mean,” Wieran said.

“I was referring mostly to the time they spent
outside
of Kaizatenzei, though there are some very interesting and instructive events that have taken place on their way here. And there are indications that they had a third member of their group on occasion, but for the most part—”

Wieran’s contemptuous gaze halted her in mid-sentence. “And
you
are one of the greater Demons?” he said, in a tone similar to someone discovering that a much-anticipated present is a cheap and shoddy imitation. “You have spent
weeks
in their company, and you
still
have not the faintest understanding that you were traveling, not with three other people, but with
four
?”

“Four? But—” she froze.
It can’t be. That stupid little creature—

“You
are
utterly blind, and nigh lackwit, as near as I can tell. If you and Shae did not have resources necessary to my research...” Weiran controlled himself with a visible effort. “Yes,
four
. The Toad that accompanies Tobimar is intelligent, perhaps the
most
intelligent of their party. He is the observer, their secret weapon, and—I suspect—their party’s magician.”

Wieran turned away, adjusted a valve and gestured, causing another valve a distance away to open. “Were you
completely
unaware of the fact that they have gaps in their stories, that there were clear areas where events did not quite match up correctly—where even a very minor bit of thought would reveal there was a missing factor—a third companion who was being excluded from the descriptions consistently?”

“I...”

“Pah. Leaving that aside, you are clearly unable to use those blankly gazing orbs that you call ‘eyes’ for anything useful. That creature’s anatomy differs—in easily observable particulars—from that of any nonintelligent Toad in at least four ways.”

She found her fists clenching, felt power starting to crackle around them, glaring at the back of the alchemist-sage.
Just one strike, just one, and he will never speak again!

However, she knew they still
needed
Wieran. “Well, then, my apologies for this failure. Will it delay the final opening?”

Wieran opened one of the sealed tubes, looked in, shook his head, and called Tashriel over. “This subject is no longer functional. Clean this out and we will find another.”

He turned back to her, by which time she had managed to force herself to relax back to her normal harmless self; by the quick glance Tashriel gave her as he began removing a dessicated mummy from the tube, her momentary lapse might not have completely escaped notice.

Wieran showed no sign of being aware of how close he had come to being cut down, however. He merely nodded. “A minor delay, perhaps, to evaluate the effect and impact of this Toad’s presence. But the major delay will simply be the final preparations for the opening. For that I do need to characterize Tobimar Silverun in detail, and—”

An ice-cold shock overwhelmed her. “Wait.
What did you call him
?”

“Tobimar Silverun. Seventh of Seven of Skysand.” He looked at her pale face in chill amusement. “So even
that
you did not know?”

“He...he is one of the
Lords of the Sky
?”

“The Lords of the Sky are dead, Ermirinovas. He is a descendant of their line, yes. What did you believe the key
was
that I needed?”

“You said it had to be someone of particular characteristics—magical characteristics you enumerated, and you had me send that information to my contacts, but I never imagined that you were talking about—”

“Who
else
?” Wieran snapped, clearly out of what little patience he had. “What other being on Zarathan—save only Terian himself, the creator of the artifact—would be able to unlock that power? Only a rightful descendant, by blood, of those to whom the Seven Stars and Single Sun were
given
in the beginning, or, perhaps, one whom Terian selected to replace them, had they died out entirely.”

“And you never thought to tell me this directly?” she asked, feeling an unnatural calm settle on her, a calm backed by a towering rage that rose in the background like a tsunami approaching the shore.

“I had thought you had the wit to—”

“
ENOUGH!”
She felt her form expand, talons extending from her hands as she backhanded the white-haired alchemist, sending him tumbling across the dark, rune covered stone. “Your arrogance and belittling of my capabilities is bad enough, but you use that arrogance and your disregard for others’ ability as an
excuse
for every single failure of communication! I have had enough of it,
Master
Wieran!”

As he began a gesture, calculating anger on his own face, she pointed a finger at him, with red-black fire seething about it. “
No
. Do not try it, or I swear I will bring down this entire
room
on you, ruining every experiment you have set in motion.” Weiran froze. “Good. Yes, that would cost us dearly as well, but I am now beyond any patience with this.

“We were
hunting them down, you idiot!
” she thundered, and crystal chimed in sympathy all around the great array. “If you’d
bothered
to make sure I understood
what
you were looking for, I might have been able to get such a key
myself
, and at the least I would have called in the demons who were busy hunting down any of the line that left their homeland!”

Wieran looked at her expressionlessly for a long moment, then sighed and slowly—unthreateningly—rose from the floor. He ignored the trickle of blood flowing from his mouth—a trickle which was already slowing. He bowed with more emphasis than his usual automatic salute. “I accept your...critique of my performance, Ermirinovas,” he said, and his voice held a small but audible note of apology. “Your capabilities and knowledge in my speciality are of necessity going to be less than my own—otherwise you would have no need of me—and I should have made sure you understand the nature of the key in all its aspects. I should also endeavor to be less...judgmental of you in our interactions.”

She suspected he was not nearly so contrite as he wished her to believe, but even this was a major concession, and she knew they couldn’t afford to kill Wieran. Her real regret was that by not being told the true nature of the key, several of her best agents had been left following a course of action that was exactly the opposite of what was needed, and at least one of them—Lady Misuuma—had ceased to report, presumably killed, quite some months back.

Now that she thought on that, and the location and timing of the reports, she realized that Misuuma’s death must have been one of the “various adventures” which Tobimar had skipped over in their retelling.
They’ve been successfully hiding details of who and what they are, even from me.
“What about the Phoenix?” she asked. “What do you know about her that I don’t?”

“She is hardly relevant. I know nothing more of her than you do; the only important point was that she is an emissary of a god, and I will characterize that as well during the next week or three.”

“Not relevant?”

“Not for our goal, no.” He looked at her with mild surprise. “After all, you will kill her prior to the event, yes?”

“Of course,” Miri heard herself say, but within her was suddenly a strange, deep ache, a pain that sapped her of the joy and anticipation such a wonderful opportunity would normally offer. “Well...I have other preparations to make. Will you be able to gather your information without the monitors in their rooms?” It now occurred to her that the little Toad’s intelligence explained the minor mystery of how and why those monitors had gone dark, without any apparent actions by Phoenix, Tobimar, or Hiriista. She had
thought
it might be Hiriista doing something extremely sneaky, which would have been worrisome; Hiriista going rogue would be a problem.

“Yes; that was an anticipated setback. I will take them on a tour of my secondary laboratory, and during that time I believe I can gather all the remaining key information.”

“Then I will leave you to your work.”

By the time she made it up the stairs, Miri had managed to banish the pain from within her. It might not, after all, be necessary to
kill
Phoenix, or she might force the issue.

But why was the idea even worth
worrying
about?

What’s wrong with me?

The unsettling feeling made her angry and nervous, but fortunately there was an obvious outlet for that, and she headed for her own room and a certain shining scroll.

“Ermirinovas? What a pleasant surprise,” Viedra said, smiling his usual urbane, infuriatingly calm smile.

“It would have been much more pleasant for
me
if you had mentioned that Phoenix had
two
companions rather than
one
!”

The smile broadened. “I
wondered
when you would realize that. Yes, that little Toad is a
most
formidable opponent. I would strongly recommend you do not underestimate him, because—”

“Why didn’t you
tell
me?”

Now the smile narrowed, and the glint of teeth sharpened. “Because it amused me
not
to, Ermirinovas. It wasn’t relevant to your questions, and you didn’t ask the questions to which it
would
have been relevant.”

“He has had nearly a
day
here without anyone knowing to keep an
eye
on him. I don’t
think
he’s discovered anything crucial, but it could have been devastating—”

“Yes, it could have been, and I was wondering when and how you would discover it.” The smile returned to its bland form, but the teeth still glittered with death. “I have given you much assistance, Ermirinovas, my dear; that does not mean you are yourself of terribly great importance to
me
.”

“I could tell Father of your—”

“Oh, tish! I assure you, Father has far bigger things to worry about than our little maneuverings.”

“The Black City...?”

“Is under seige as we speak, yes. And to my considerable surprise, two of the Sixteen have joined the forces.”

“What?” Miri was stunned. “But I thought—”

“Yes, indeed, the cycle currently favors the Elderwyrm, and I had rather hoped that this would cause all of the T’Teranahm of any note to retreat to their great slumber for a few centuries or millennia, but someone—probably the old Spiritsmith, though perhaps the Wanderer en route to something else—kicked both S’her and Valorkhlmba hard enough to keep them awake. So Father’s going to be rather well entertained. Besides,” he continued, leaning back and grinning, “he’s going to have
so
many more reasons to be unhappy with me shortly.”

What? He sounds completely
relaxed
with that idea! Making the Lord of All Hells unhappy with you—
“What do you mean?”

“Oh, it will be mostly a matter of the plan coming apart here and there—I suspect Aegeia isn’t
quite
as neutralized as reports would have had it, the Academy’s probably managed to prevent its utter destruction, and something appears to be giving Balgoltha a truly difficult time finishing off Nya-Sharee-Hilya. Oh, and those forces sent to try and actually make a real assault on Skysand, well, I’m not expecting good news from that quarter, either. That old soul-wizard’s been a busy man, I must say. Yes, Father will want me putting out fires and patching the plans, I think, at least until he’s sure that he can crush all the major opponents to his rule in one battle. And that will be...three months from now, more or less, if I read things right.”

She recognized the warning tone in his voice. If she brought up the minor maneuverings Viedra had done that might annoy Father
now
, they might prove a distraction to Kerlamion’s
main
plans...and anything that distracted him from that goal would trigger his wrath. In other words, even if Viedra suffered, so would she.

“I see you understand. Now that you’ve figured out the last surprise of our traveling band of heroes, I’m sure you can address the problem. Yes?”

She ground her teeth. “Yes.”

“Excellent. How is little Condor doing?”

“Oddly.”

“How so?”

“He’s carrying a weapon that I can
smell
Father on—I swear it’s almost like a piece of his sword—”

“It is, in fact, a shard of that blade,” Viedra said cheerfully.

“By the Dark! How...never mind. But that just makes it stranger. He’s carrying something as black of essence as anything I’ve seen, yet all he’s doing is heroic work. I can distract and slow him by making sure he hears about any trouble in the vicinity, and he may be annoyed at the delay, but he always seems willing to help those in need.”

“
Really
?” Viedra broke into peals of hearty laughter. “Well I
must
say that’s a surprise—a pleasant one, in some ways, but very much a surprise. I rather expected he’d be something more a monster than you or I in some ways by now.”

“Well, he’s not. And why a
pleasant
surprise?”

Viedra’s smile shifted hardly at all, but suddenly she was seized with the conviction that what she saw was not what she had thought it was, but something far worse; there was a momentary flash of deathly yellow in the eyes, the expression showed a vast and ancient amusement that seemed that of a being very different from even Viedraverion. “Oh, now, that’s part of
my
plan, Miri. If you complete
your
little project, now...if you do that, I may even explain that plan to you. But not yet.”

That alien, terrifying sensation was gone, even in the moment she had felt it, but the effect of it was not. She had no desire to continue to speak with Viedra at all. “Very well. We will speak again.”